Ah, ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah, ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
How soft your fields so green
Can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing
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Ah, ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah, ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
How soft your fields so green
Can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah, ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
How soft your fields so green
Can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop
And rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing
Writer: Jimmy Page, Robert Plant
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.